Thread: Pre hunt stuff ups

Western Australia, 2012. Organised a trip all the way up to the Northern Territory border for a spot of scrub cattle and donkey culling on the station. It’s a full day drive and by that I mean about 1250km, 15-16 hours. Four blokes, me driving the Prado. Decided to use the big Thule roof pod as there was quite a lot of gear. It was perfect for storing rifles in their bags, wrapped up in sleeping bags, to cope with the endless corrugations.

Arrive at destination... hot, rattled to hell & back, dusty, very thirsty... you have probably already guessed... Old mate who shall remain forever nameless has decided at the last minute to add something to the roof pod, taken my roof pod keys and then gone for a last minute slash before we left. The keys were on top of the cistern. No good to us there.

We spent a very irritating couple of hours in the dark, trying to pick the locks. Fat chance. Tragically for the roof pod, the decision was made it had to be sacrificed. There was absolutely no way of breaking into it without damaging it quite badly. Old mate had fessed up, and promised to cough up for a new one. After we had forced it open there was no way we could close it so we took it off and donated it to the locals who were very happy to use it for God alone knows what.

Old mate duly acquired a new roof pod and decided to fit it to his Prado to get it home, easy enough. Very clever roof pods these Thules, easy as. His wife drove the vehicle to the shops that evening, and attempted to enter the multi-storey carpark...

I eventually got the third pod delivered directly to me. We used it once, changed vehicles, didn’t need it any more and sold it.